Paroles officielles de la chanson «Raw Deal» : Judas Priest

Paroles officielles de la chanson "Raw Deal"

I made the Spike about nine o'clock on a SaturdayAll eyes hit me as I walked into the barThe spikey leather guys were foolin with the denim dudesA couple cards played rough stuff, New York, Fire Island

I cased the joint, straining at the scenes

I moseyed up to the counter and the tender came a-grinnin'I snapped the smile off his face and snarled "Give me a bourbon"The mirror on the wall was collecting and reflectingAll the heavy bodies ducking, stealing eager for some actionThe scene screwed me up, I saw some contactThen there he was, saw me and knew that

I'd had too much, foolin' aroundStatues alive, seconds are hours

Sex is like a hurricane it grabs and then it shattersI was barely holding on to this fine body symphony I guess I dream in pictures, not colorsThe true free expression I demand is human rights - right?

I came the light, I am immortal

I'm going, no lossI'm going, no lossI'm going, no lossI'm going, no loss